A/N: I ended up being able to update this one first, since I'm still thinking about what I want to happen on the other story.. I'm a little stuck on it right now. :| So thanks for reading this chapter!

Gilbert waved goodbye to his Italian friend and walked off. A bit of sadness stuck in his throat, as he called for a taxi, wishing he could have stayed just a while longer. As he opened the door and got in, he looked back once more to see Lovino still standing there, emotionless, before walking off to his car. They'd be able to see each other soon, right? Even though they couldn't be together as more than friends, he was happy to know they'd always be best buddies. So, he tried to shake off this eerie feeling as he directed his driver to the outdoor farmers' market where he would meet with his girlfriend, Elizaveta. Hopefully, it wouldn't be packed with people like it usually was.

Well, his luck was lost. He finally arrived to the stupid place and had to inch his way past so many people, it was starting to piss him off. Why'd she want to meet here in the first damn place? He'd rather be at home, sitting in the living room and staring at the TV. If that didn't work, he'd retreat to the little basement and play games all night long with his buddies. That reminded him, there was a guild meeting this afternoon! They'd be angry he ditched without notice since he's the officer. What was he supposed to say? His girlfriend was supposed to come first, even though this wasn't even an important outing.

Nonetheless, he dealt with this situation with his usual smirk on his face. He had no right to complain, and it wasn't like he'd die if he couldn't sit home and be lazy as usual. He walked around for a little while before finally seeing the face he'd been looking for. And man, that face looked pissed off, so he smiled brightly to hopefully spread his façade of joy. That stupid plan obviously didn't work.

"You're late, as usual," Elizaveta said, scowling as she did her usual pissed-off pose. Arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, and eyes glaring; Gilbert knew it all too well, since he triggered this look often.

"Yeah, things went differently than I had planned. But, my awesome presence is here now!" Gilbert chuckled and patted her on the head as if she was a pouting child.

"Whatever, let's go find what we needed already."

Gilbert followed closely behind as Elizaveta led the way. The crowd of people seemed as if they parted to make way for them whenever they walked by. This was much easier than before, Gilbert thought. People quickly moved out of her way when she asked, and Gilbert laughed at the thought of everyone being intimidated by her. Sure, she could be quite violent when the time was right, but she was generally a nice person. Well, mainly in public.

Gilbert sighed and picked up random things to fiddle with, as Elizaveta stopped at every other stall and examined its contents. This was ridiculously boring, and he didn't even know why they were there. He was getting a bit hungry, since he hadn't eaten a proper lunch yet and it was already almost dinner time. All this walking around was killing him, and he wondered if he would actually die from not being lazy in such a vast amount of time. What a lame way to die! Walking around, and around, and around a large outdoor market. If he was going to die before old age, he'd rather it be because he did something awesome! Perhaps saving the world from a large meteor that was about to hit the earth!

"Gilbert, what do you think of these?" Elizaveta suddenly asked. She had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention so he would stop daydreaming.

After snapping out of his awesome daydreaming, Gilbert looked down to pay attention to whatever she was talking about. They were standing in front of some sort of fruit stand, and she pointed to the wide variety of delicious fruits, then asked him the question again. He blinked a couple times, pretty confused, then shrugged.

"I don't know? They look fresh, tasty, and.. why are you asking me? They're just fruits," Gilbert snorted, just about ready to go home now.

"They're for the party, idiot! I was wondering if I should make fruit salad with them." Elizaveta picked up one of the pineapples and examined it, before smiling and deciding to buy a bag full of random fruits.

"Party?" Gilbert said, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, I was going to cook something, but it'd be easier to just bring something like this. Besides, there will be high-class food there, and I'd feel too self-conscious to bring something fancy of my own."

"To the.. birthday party?" Gilbert asked, as he still had no clue what she was talking about.

He flinched when she gave him that usual evil glare, which obviously meant she was not pleased.

"The dinner party! Remember, the one Roderich is hosting?" she answered impatiently.

"What? You never told me about that," Gilbert frowned and felt annoyed from the mention of that stuck up aristocrat.

"I told you a month ago, and then I mentioned it 2 weeks ago! Not to mention when I asked you about it yesterday."

Had she really mentioned it so many times? Gilbert couldn't remember. If she had talked about it when he was playing one of his games, he obviously wouldn't have remembered. If she had said it when she was naked, that's another most definite reason to not pay attention to a word she had said. Maybe she mentioned it when he was tired, perhaps he'd just woken up in the morning. Whenever she had told him about it, well, yeah. He could not remember a single thing.

"I remember, I just don't want to go. I mean, who would want to see that spectacled douche?"

"Don't call him names! He's our friend," Elizaveta growled, walking off into another direction.

"He's your friend. You know he doesn't like me, and I obviously can't stand him," Gilbert remarked, as he quickly followed after her.

"Okay, so he's my friend. I'd like it if you two would at least get along. You don't have to be friends, just tolerate each other. Geez, it's been years and you guys still can't compromise? How immature," she scoffed, stopping at another nearby stall and examining a cute bag.

"I'm very mature! I just choose not to shove it in everyone's face, unlike him."

"Yes, because you're being very mature right now." Elizaveta rolled her eyes and continued to walk on.

"I'll go since I apparently have no choice, but don't get pissed when everything fucks up," Gilbert warned, sighing as he once again followed behind.

They stopped at one of the little restaurants in the area to get something to eat. As much as he didn't want to discuss the situation anymore, Elizaveta continued to prod him about it. He supposed it was his fault for forgetting so often, but he had a habit of zoning out whenever she would talk. He couldn't tell the difference from average conversations and her nagging anymore, so he stopped listening completely. That was a very bad idea, because maybe she wouldn't have to nag if he paid attention for once. If he wasn't so stubborn, he would have noticed how unhealthy that was for their relationship by now.

"Can we talk about something else now?" Gilbert suggested, about ready to scream his fucking head off as they drove home.

"Like?"

Gilbert never actually thought that would have worked, so he didn't have anything to talk about. After contemplating it for a few seconds, he shrugged and turned on the radio. Just in time, too! His favorite song was on, and if he wasn't sitting in the car, he would have gotten up and danced. He bobbed his head to the electronica song and lazily leaned his seat back.

"Ugh, I hate this song," Elizaveta said, as she stopped at the red light. She quickly reached over to the buttons near the dashboard and changed to another radio station.

"Hey, what the fuck!" Gilbert exclaimed, when he couldn't hear his song anymore.

"What? You said we should talk about something else, so maybe about your crappy music taste?" she teased, as she turned the volume up higher.

Gilbert groaned and tried to tune out the music he considered horrible. He closed his eyes and hoped they'd arrive home soon so he could lock himself in the basement for awhile and explain to his 'comrades' that he was late because of being led around all afternoon like a puppy. He was used to going back and forth like this, teasing her and then she'd tease back. But it all stopped being fun and entertaining many months ago, and instead it just became annoying. Whenever he teased her now, she'd get pissed off and try to kill him, and when she teased him, he'd get irritated and let his mind wander off into dreamland.

"Are you getting out or what?" she suddenly said.

Gilbert opened his eyes and sat up in the seat. His plan had worked! They were home and now he could relax until nightfall. He quickly got out of the car and darted into the house after grabbing the little shopping bags. He impatiently set them down onto the table and practically jumped onto the couch, sighing contently as he felt its comfortable cushions. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV and smiled delightfully while he watched some random comedy show that wasn't really funny, but always made him laugh at how lame it was.

"Don't get too comfortable, we're going back out in a few minutes."

What the hell! They had just gotten back and now they're leaving again? This was madness.

"What? But we just got back!" Gilbert whined, childishly flipping out on the couch as if he was having a tantrum.

"We had to drop the food off, it can't stay in the car while we go inside the mall. Did you forget about that, too?" Elizaveta said, seriously wondering how she could put up with his forgetfulness all the time. Either that, or he didn't try to remember because he didn't really care.

"Hm… I didn't forget, I just need you to tell me one more time," Gilbert said, trying to cover up his mistakes once more.

"I said earlier that I needed to pick out a dress for the dinner party. It's tomorrow night, since I know you've forgotten that, too."

"What about the dresses you already have? Those look fine," he said, turning his attention back to the TV.

"Those are casual dresses. I need something classy for this occasion, you know? Some of the most important individuals will be there, since Roddy knows so many high-class people," Elizaveta smiled, and waltzed off to the bedroom as she daydreamed about meeting such people.

"Mhm.." Gilbert answered late, he had stopped paying attention so long ago.

A couple minutes went by and his stupid show ended. He cursed at how he'd missed most of it since they came back home late, and now nothing else was good on the TV. It would be useless to go and play his game, because he'd only be able to play it for a few minutes before they'd have to leave once again. He sat there for a few seconds before whipping out his cell phone and calling the very first number on his favorite's list. After a few rings, they finally answered.

"What the hell do you want now?"

"Hey Lovi! Took you long enough to answer. How are you?" Gilbert cheerfully said, lying on his back and crossing his leg over the other. He looked like a perky teenage girl, talking to her best friend right about now. And that's pretty much how he felt.

"I answered only a few seconds after it rang! And, we just saw each other a few hours ago. What do you want?" Lovino's voice sounded grouchy, but he was actually more than happy to hear from Gilbert so soon.

"I just wanted to see what's up with you. So whatcha' doin'?"

"I'm planning what Feli and I will eat for dinner."

"Just eat pasta, you know you're gonna end up eating that anyway," Gilbert teased, since he was right.

"Shut up! That's not the only thing we eat, bastard. Unlike you and your stupid potato dishes, we have many sorts of things to choose from." Lovino blushed as he quickly put the box of noodles back into the cabinet. Was Gilbert psychic or something? There's no way he could've known exactly what Lovino was thinking, or maybe he was right. He ate pasta way too much these days.

"Whatever you say, 'Godfather of Pasta'. I already ate about 45 minutes ago, and I'm sooo bored. Say something funny."

"What? I'm not a damn clown, find some other entertainment. Aren't you home with Liz?"

"Yeah.. but she's being a meanie, just because I forgot about some stupid party. I probably wouldn't have forgotten if that stupid aristocrat wasn't hosting it. Whatever though, I'm gonna be the life of the party and he'll wish I had never showed up," Gilbert smirked, thinking about how much more awesome he'd be when everyone ditches that bastard and favors him instead.

"That's just like you to forget about something like that. I'd be pissed too, if I was her. You're an idiot after all."

Gilbert could tell Lovino was probably rolling his eyes right about now, and smiled when he imagined his red cheeks.

"Whatever, you're just jealous of my intelligence. But, instead of going there, I wish I could go to your place. Haven't been there in a while."

"Suuure I am. And, you know you can come to my place anytime.. when I'm not busy, of course!" Lovino felt his face heating up at a fast rate, even though Gilbert wasn't even there in person. Damn him for always doing this to me, Lovino thought. Even the most simplistic things coming out of Gilbert's mouth could make Lovino unimaginably flustered.

"Great! I just may visit you soon, then. Shit, I've got to get going now. Awesomeness out!" Gilbert said, quickly hanging up the phone.

"Bye…" Lovino sighed and stood there for a few seconds before hanging up as well.

If he could have, Lovino would have talked for hours on end without running out of things to say. That's what conversations between the two were often like. They'd bring up random topics and discuss them as if they were scientific theories that would somehow end world hunger or some crap like that. Gilbert would say something completely unnecessary or stupid, and Lovino would have no choice but to reply. It was fun though, and it was also one of his favorite casual things to do with Gilbert when they weren't together in person.

"Who was that?" Feliciano asked, as he walked in from the dining room.

"Huh? Oh, just Gilbert. So, what the hell are we eating tonight? I'm starved."

"Aren't we going to eat pasta?" he asked, going through the cabinets and pulling out the full box of noodles.

Lovino quickly shook his head and looked in the refrigerator for anything else they could possibly eat.

"No, I thought we'd try something different for a change."

Gilbert felt a bit uncomfortable in whatever store they were in this time. He was literally the only male in there, and tried to ignore the eyes that were on him the whole time. Well, he felt like they were all staring at him but he couldn't tell because he didn't dare to look. He stayed close to Elizaveta the whole time so no one would think he was there alone. What guy goes to a store full of women's apparel? Dresses, skirts, blouses, panties, thongs, and brassieres filled every corner of the damn store. He felt like a pervert, staring at all of it. Maybe Francis comes here, he thought.

"Should I try this dress on?" Elizaveta asked, holding up a long, black halter dress.

"I like this one," Gilbert smirked and held up a very short strapless dress, which earned a very disapproving glare from her.

"It's a dinner party, not a strip club."

"You're probably right. How about this one?" Gilbert then picked up an even skimpier dress and held it up towards her body to get a preview.

"Typical. Anyways, you do know what you're wearing, right?" she asked, as she walked towards the dressing room.

"Whatever I wear is always sexy and awesome, don't worry about it."

"You better have a tie to go along with it, then!" she said, disappearing into the dressing room.

Well, this was awkward. Gilbert was now standing alone next to the many dresses, in a store filled with quite a few attractive women. He looked around at the ceiling and the walls for a short while before saying fuck it, and doing whatever he wanted. So what if people stared? This was the perfect opportunity to have some fun in such a setting. He hastily took out his cell phone and went over to the section with strictly lingerie. He took a few pictures of one and sent them to Francis, imagining how big of a boner he'd get. But then again, that guy was probably so used to seeing stuff like that, it'd be no surprise to him and he'd simply yawn at the sexy pictures.

Just as he had thought, Francis only texted back with a winking smiley face and a "Ohonhon, naughty Gilly gonna try that on for me?" So he quickly deleted that embarrassing message and came up with another plan. This time Gilbert sent a picture to Antonio, asking if he wanted to buy it for him, since he knows it's a kink of his. After a minute, the guy texted back with a blushing emoticon and saying "Gilbert, what are you doing in such a store?"

This led him to wonder what reaction he'd get if he sent it to Lovino! He took a picture of the sexiest lingerie he could find and quickly sent it to Lovino. Not even 15 seconds later, his phone rang and he answered it with a huge grin spread across his face.

"What the fuck was that? You stupid, damn, perverted bastard!" Lovino yelled into the phone.

"Calm down, Lovi! You act like you haven't seen anything like this before. Oh wait, you really haven't," Gilbert laughed obnoxiously and turned the volume of his phone down, so no one else in the store would be able to hear Lovino on the other side of the line as he started cursing in Italian.

"Why the hell did you send that to me? Like I'd want to see what your grandma wears when she's alone," Lovino scoffed.

"Wow, nice one! And I was bored, so I sent it to you guys," Gilbert chuckled.

"You do such stupid shit when you're bored. What do you mean 'you guys'?"

"Francis, Toni, and you! Should I send it to our old professor?" Gilbert pondered, thinking of how hilarious it would be to get the professor's response.

"Hell no! And why are you in that store anyway?"

"I'm at the mall, shopping with Lizzy. She's trying on a dress and some other crap like that," he sighed, bored again already.

"Oh… well get back to it, fucker."

Lovino hung up not even a second later. Gilbert shrugged and figured he was especially grumpy this evening.

"How does it look?" Elizaveta asked, reappearing from the dressing room.

"It's perfect," Gilbert answered, sending Lovino a very 'friendly' text message of his awesomeness.

"You're not even looking," she grumbled, resisting the urge to smack the phone out of Gilbert's hands.

Gilbert finally looked up after pressing the send button and smiled.

"It looks good! You should get it."

"Do you even care how it looks?" she frowned, walking back to the dressing room.

"What do you mean? 'Course I do!" Gilbert grabbed her by the wrist and whirled her around, small tears filled her eyes.

"You're always spacing out and talking to your friends.. and you spend more time with them than you do with me. You don't even want to go to this party, and you don't care for half the things I say," Elizaveta said, a lump in her throat.

"Ah… that's true. I mean, some of that is true! But, I do care, it's just a lot has been on my mind lately. We'll go to the party, and everyone will be amazed at how beautiful you are. You'll make everyone jealous," Gilbert smiled, his odd and mysterious ways of charming taking effect.

"Fine, just don't make an ass of yourself," she blushed, pushing his hand away.

The next day, Gilbert was rushed along by a panicking Elizaveta for hours. She was obviously really nervous and excited about the party, so he tried his best not to throw an irritated fit. He was sort of glad when nightfall came, so he could get the stupid thing over with and so she would shut her mouth. After she made the fruit salad and they finally exited the house, he made sure he was the one driving so she wouldn't have a nervous wreck and they'd end up in the hospital.

When they arrived at Roderich's, Gilbert let out a long sigh and hoped this would end soon, because the second he saw the spectacled snob, he wanted to barf. As expected, Elizaveta hurried over to the nerd and kissed him on the cheeks. Roderich smiled when she showed him the fruit salad, and asked his butler to put it on the table of Hors d'oeurvres. Damn that bastard for being rich and having a personal butler. And damn him for swooning other people's women. Gilbert would have done something about this nuisance, but he was so used to it. He knew how she felt about him, so he shrugged it off and decided to make use of this night.

"What's up, Specs?" Gilbert said, as he approached the spectacled aristocrat.

Roderich let out a short sigh and did his best to treat this idiot albino the same way he treated his other guests.

"Welcome, Gilbert. Make yourself at home, there are plenty of refreshments and people here to mingle with," he said, pointing to the direction of his beautiful and huge party room.

"Then mingle I shall," Gilbert smirked, and waltzed into the room.

It wasn't a surprise at all when he saw so many high-class people in their expensive suits and dresses. Every single one of them had on jewelry worth more than he could count, and most of them were drinking some of Roderich's delicious champagne or wine. Some were old, others were young. But Gilbert concluded that all of them had a stick wedged so far up their asses, he wouldn't dare try to waste his time on them. His awesomeness deserved better, so he searched around for wherever Elizaveta had gone off to.

He walked around for awhile, but didn't find her. Instead, he settled for the beauties at the snack table. There were so many things Gilbert had never even seen before, so he tasted them all at once. Some were unexplainably delicious, the others tasted like tobacco so he hurriedly spit them out into a napkin. He barbarically gulped down a glass of water and wondered who the hell would digest such a despicable thing. Whatever, rich people are so fucked up, he thought. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Fancy seeing you here," Francis said, shoving a glass of champagne into Gilbert's hands.

"Oh, hey! The only other person without a hot rod stuck up their ass. What are you doing here? I thought Specs didn't like you," Gilbert said, chugging down the alcoholic beverage.

"What's not to like about me? But, I know for a fact that he doesn't like you."

"And I don't like his ass either, I'm here with Lizzy. Wherever the fuck she is," Gilbert shrugged and grabbed another piece of whatever the hell this junk was, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh right, she was in the piano room last I saw. A group of people were listening to Roddy play."

"Then that's where I should be." Gilbert gulped down another glass of champagne and marched into the hallway.

He looked around some of the rooms of the stupidly giant mansion and finally came across the piano room. He obviously didn't like what he saw in there, as his face tightened and he gritted his teeth. A group of people were chatting and laughing at whatever Roderich was saying, and Elizaveta was standing next to him, also laughing. The thing that bothered Gilbert was that the bastard's arm was wrapped so snuggly around her waist that he wanted to saw it off. It's one thing if they're good friends, but holding her like that and standing there as if he was her boyfriend was an entirely different matter.

Looks like it's time to break this little happy moment up.

"Keep your snobby, frail little arms to yourself, four-eyes," Gilbert said, as he approached the group of bastards and swiped Roderich's hand clean off Elizaveta's waist.

"Gilbert?" Elizaveta chuckled, trying to keep the tension in the room from rising any higher than it already was.

"There's a borderline to how much I can tolerate, and that bastard's way over it," Gilbert snarled, glaring hatefully towards Roderich.

"My apologies. I'll be more careful next time," Roderich said, smiling uneasily.

"There won't be a next time. I'll be damned if I don't make sure of that." Gilbert grabbed Elizaveta's arm and pulled her towards him. By then, a few more small groups of people had tuned in to see what the problem was. They all stared at the troublesome event unfolding before them as Gilbert and Roderich went back and forth for a few seconds.

"Gilbert, are you drunk?" Elizaveta asked, as she had never seen him act in such a way before.

"That seems to be the case," Roderich said, putting a hand to his forehead in frustration.

"I'm not! I just don't appreciate how you two communicate with each other and all this touching. I held it in for this long and now I'm tired of this shit."

"Who invited this guy? He's causing so much trouble," someone in the small gathered crowd whispered.

"Mr. Roderich is such a nice man, he would never do anything wrong. He doesn't deserve this treatment," another person whispered.

"That guy should just leave."

"It's his house, he should just kick that crude man out of here!"

Gilbert glanced towards Elizaveta for backup, but she only looked away as if she didn't want to deal with him right now. That neglect looked as if she was saying she didn't even know him. Well, he didn't need help to figure out that he wasn't wanted here. He clenched his fists together so tightly, he could've probably broken the piano in one punch. Instead, he let his hands lazily droop and turned to walk out without a single word to anyone.

Francis casually drank his glass of wine and winked at a couple women who kept looking his way. They giggled and continued to whisper to each other. Before he could go over there and give them a little taste of his love, he caught sight of Gilbert, storming out of the house. After thinking for a second, Francis sighed and supposed his friend needed him more than a couple beautiful women. But he would be back! And they would be extremely lucky souls to have met him!

"Gilbo, my boy! What's wrong?" Francis called out, quickly following as Gilbert marched down the pathway and to the car. "Talk to me."

Gilbert angrily whirled around . "Fuck this party, and fuck everyone in there."

"I don't think I can do that. I mean, there are many attractive people here but-"

"Not literally! I'm just.. angry, alright? I don't know, I hate this feeling."

Gilbert groaned and plopped down onto the curb, rubbing his head to try and calm himself down. Francis took the initiative and sat next to him, gently rubbing his shoulder. After a couple minutes of silence, Gilbert let out a long sigh.

"I want to make her happy, I really do. But, that bastard always does it better," he said, glaring towards the ground.

"If she wasn't happy with you, then why would she still be with you?"

"Hell if I know. Maybe she feels like she's stuck with me."

"Oh come on, you're not that bad. And even if you are, she can't be any better, I'm sure." Francis sympathetically wrapped his arm around Gilbert's shoulder and smiled.

"Oh she isn't. We always end up arguing, or saying things that shouldn't be said. It's been going on for at least half a year now, and it's getting harder to deal with," Gilbert said, picking up a rock and throwing it across the street to hopefully hit one of the cars parked there.

"Then why don't you do something about it, if you can't take it anymore?"

"Because I'm guilty."

"Guilty of what?" Francis asked, looking towards Gilbert for a more specific answer.

"Nothing, I don't even know what I'm saying," Gilbert quickly answered. There was no way in hell he'd let his big incident with Lovino slip out. Not to anyone, especially Francis. He'd probably even rather tell God himself, rather than anyone close to him that may jeopardize the situation even further.

He stood up from the ground and stretched, yawning as he stared up into the bright night sky. Now that his useless anger had ceased, he wanted to actually have some real fun, instead of stupid crap like this lame party.

"Hey, let's go drive around town. We don't even have to go anywhere specifically," he suggested.

"But, there were two fine young rose petals-"

"Pfft! They don't want you, just drive!" Gilbert teased, as he walked towards Francis' car.

Francis groaned and decided to just go with the flow. He stood up from the ground and did as he was told.

"Everyone wants me, I'm the love doctor!"

A/N: Now I have to think about the next chapter! And yeah, Gil and Liz have been falling out for many months now, but he doesn't wanna leave her cause he thinks she'd die without his awesomeness to be there for her. But really he's just afraid to be alone. And they'd been friends since they were little, he doesn't want that to end, either.